Gawain tried to remain neutral, despite having her body pressed against his, and her attempt to stir him to rash action against the possibly abused girl's "old man."

He took a sip of his club soda. "Makes you wonder why she doesn't just leave the clown. Some women seem to thrive on abuse. I've never understand it." He looked at Wendy out of the corner of his eye. "So ... Wendy ... what do you do for a living?"